Stripped To Dust

Stripped to dust He was, Scarred and blurred with disgust The stench of his errors had left him burned Her pictures reminded him of moments shared The feelings of her that he had earned The favorite times spent was with her His decapitated memories lingered her return Her favorite song reminded him of her in tears He wished that he had taken her limelight and prepared What she tasted like, her breath, all she had done emerged He promised to quit but his solutions refused to crescend Soon all they had in common and had worked for dissolved Eventually she left Tired, he became numb of all what he had become He had lost her, the very best part of himself He got tired of living in pretense Always lost in her limbo everywhere he went All the places they had visited her images reappeared To remind him of all the things she said Her favorite colors and scenes had taken flight from heights Where they had always been "No next time" he thought within His lonely mind as he sought to win. Her pictures in his arms fueled his journey As he gradually faded out of sight Into the blurry hollowed arcs of the night Leaving his soul to linger for completion Between his echoing foot prints stripped to dust...